This is a song about "Boots"

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

So guess god, help me get heehaaa, staddle up, but my boots

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

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

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

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