This is a song about "Boots"

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

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

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics