This is a song about "Shoes"

My shoes black, slater back/

Can't win with a passive attack

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

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

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

How beautiful are thou, africa

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth