This is a song about "Boots"

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

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

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

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

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

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims