This is a song about "Shoes and purses"

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

With women with issues

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this