This is a song about "The popes shoes"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

New released nike shoes, pay your dues, get the clues,

A military mind mean money

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her