This is a song about "Shoes on my feet"

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

If police sight at me i got hermes on my feet

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

More money that mean less sleep

Got the new retros on my feet

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Better yet they work my every nerve