This is a song about "The popes shoes"

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

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

The smoke filled rooms, the velcro shoes, it's all good

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

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

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,