This is a song about "Terrible shoes"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

The science and the art, africa

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

With you going through more terrible times.

And that's just unacceptable, when terrible shit like mine stays inaccessible

To do this was my decision cuz i have this vision that one day my raps will

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Ill give you quite a fright, or at least a terrible

Took my heart away from money

Crockadillys are the shoes for me