This is a song about "Army boots"

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

- you've got an army that'll fight for you but still i come

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

What is life? take a step in my boots

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves