This is a song about "Shoes"

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth