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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

As i'm watching the snow fall

Written in blood on the wall

Nah pop that pussy for that cabbage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth