This is a song about "Shoes to fill"

Back to my shoes how could i forget

This is like love, that you can never get

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I need to find some inspiration to fill in my imagination

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play

Now concentrate until you get the juice

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Fill up each bar with syllables, pray to god i go easy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Even today when my eyes used to fill with tears

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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