This is a song about "Boots and cats"

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

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

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Looking at your money

These other cats bring blasphemy

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

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