This is a song about "Big boots bitchs"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

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

Keep the bitches on my dick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves