This is a song about "The popes shoes"

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Knowing you can no longer party

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

When the cops dip through strappin on my runnin shoes

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

We vegetables, on them record labels

So i kicked of my shoes, threw away the shackles