This is a song about "Shoes money women"

I'm a son of a gun

Looking at these women

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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*)

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

I aint afraid to hit women

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen