This is a song about "Big boots bitchs"

After party crib full of broads all naked

And my name too big, and my gang too big

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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