This is a song about "The popes shoes"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

So i kicked of my shoes, threw away the shackles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news