This is a song about "Tennis shoes"

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Its cold as shit in this booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose