This is a song about "With out shoes"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Like the swoosh on my shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Its maybe that, my shoes and this benz,she in it with me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice