This is a song about "Your shoes"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Our nation have to bow, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose