This is a song about "Shoes to fill"

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

"hey you,i got a casket for you to fill!"

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Pillagers pick pocketing to fill the fix often with

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Didn't live a hard life so you don't have to step in my shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth