This is a song about "Boots and cats"

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

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

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,

What is life? take a step in my boots

And my weed man should just sell flutes

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

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

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules