This is a song about "Walk in my shoes"

Back to my shoes how could i forget

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

When the cops dip through strappin on my runnin shoes