This is a song about "Shoes and purses"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

With women with issues

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose