This is a song about "Shoes and equalateral"

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Like the swoosh on my shoes

With women with issues

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Our children must be taught, of africa

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Kill the jungle let the cats loose