This is a song about "Work shoes"

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Its cold as shit in this booth

You need shoes i need booze

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Like the swoosh on my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews