This is a song about "Boots"

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

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,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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