This is a song about "Shoes money women"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

With plenty of money and women

See, i'm second to no one

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

With women with issues

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Looking at these women

Because he made his decision