This is a song about "Big boots bitchs"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

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

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor