This is a song about "Vans shoes"

Goin off the wall like vans-

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

My shoes black, slater back/

And daddy's in the cadillac

If i don't make that man there dance

Can i kick camera mans in black vans