This is a song about "Tennis shoes"

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

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

To liberate yourselves, africa

Three j's took me this high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes