This is a song about "Super shoes that make you fast and comfortable"

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

You can't find your fucken shoes?

My time with their half-witted reviews

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Zero options to choose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

Heard that before make me mentally push and shove you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo