This is a song about "Shoes cabbage climbing wall potato spurgeon motorbike soecialized"

My mama smoked so god damn much

Nah pop that pussy for that cabbage

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

You haphazard backstabbers climbing the rap ladder,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Written in blood on the wall

Know you want me to fall

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Silicone bitches got the confidence