This is a song about "Boots"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

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

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

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

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

So i can understand police victims

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits