This is a song about "With out shoes"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

With women with issues

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

With out you i feel incomplete,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

With out swaying shifting limps.

It's cold and the hole stinks

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

How beautiful are thou, africa