This is a song about "Shoes money women"

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Looking at these women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I don't need fallen women

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?