This is a song about "Bobos shoes"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

You need shoes i need booze

Its cold as shit in this booth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes