This is a song about "The popes shoes"

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

My lady friends never really be into the life

Use my stiletto flows? not the shoes, no, more like the knife.

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,