This is a song about "Army boots"

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,