This is a song about "Shoes money women"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

Like the swoosh on my shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I aint afraid to hit women

And last but not least please don't tell no one

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

With women with issues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Its cold as shit in this booth