This is a song about "Boot"

Stepped on repeatedly then boot/ but without you i would never of been able produced/

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Going to the boot and knock bucking ya betsy

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

And had not written one salvageable line to boot.

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Then next thing you know you'll be getting the boot