This is a song about "Shoes money women"

But somehow it made them listen

With plenty of money and women

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

And they only talk about women

Looking at these women

See, i'm second to no one

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

This homosexual troll living under my shoes