This is a song about "Boots"

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

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