This is a song about "Terrible shoes"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

With you going through more terrible times.

I speak to cj often and sometimes

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

They infiltrate our homes, africa

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose