This is a song about "Shoes and life and sports and riding or hiding"

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I put my shoes and jacket on and get my schoolbag on my back

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Really you spent running and hiding

Everyone's an attacker hiding behind bad grammer and slander/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Still residing waiting and hiding

I was born to do the damn thing

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens