This is a song about "Shoes on fleek"

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Yeah, look here i pay dues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

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

You need shoes i need booze

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Its cold as shit in this booth

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?