This is a song about "Shoes and girla"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Its maybe that, my shoes and this benz,she in it with me

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice