This is a song about "Shoes to fill"

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Even today when my eyes used to fill with tears

I go with this hip hop shit like shoes to feet

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Pillagers pick pocketing to fill the fix often with

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug