This is a song about "Ass boots"

Completely your fault dumb ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

While i rise take your ass

I can get straight to the cash

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

But i let off everything i have

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

So guess god, help me get heehaaa, staddle up, but my boots

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

So you can kiss my ass

No one-half and i hate math

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools