This is a song about "Boots and kittens"

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

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And their mothers and fathers

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Translation cause my life is too sweet

And stop playing hide and seek,

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

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,