This is a song about "Shoes"

Make the fingers snap

My shoes black, slater back/

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose