This is a song about "Shoes and purses"

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Its cold as shit in this booth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Asshole snatching purses,do my best not to be acting nervous,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

You need shoes i need booze

My time with their half-witted reviews

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps