This is a song about "Tennis shoes"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Educate yourselves, of africa

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes