This is a song about "Beatle boots"

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Cuz these boots were made for walking and that's just what they'll do

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

And my weed man should just sell flutes

What is life? take a step in my boots

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack