This is a song about "Boots"

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

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

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

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

What is life? take a step in my boots

A far reach from them rap dudes

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,