This is a song about "Boots and cats"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

These other cats bring blasphemy

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

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

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Not only high, but i season you cats