This is a song about "Combat boots"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

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

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

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Alright, you want combat.

I don't want it on my back

Find a easier rapper to battle in combat,

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

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

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

Im in a combat, you shouldnt date that brat.

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that