This is a song about "Shoes and girla"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Used to call me the african don dada

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

My time with their half-witted reviews

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.