This is a song about "Shoes and girla"

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

A broken opportunity, wear the shoes and then you'll see, not a g, but a he, an every man

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You need shoes i need booze