This is a song about "Tennis shoes"

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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