This is a song about "Boots"

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

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,

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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