This is a song about "Shoes hoes school freshman guns block death"

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

After party crib full of broads all naked