This is a song about "Shoes"

Niggas die over shoes

You need shoes i need booze

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

The science and the art, africa

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Man i feel ya i been in ya shoes,