This is a song about "Combat boots"

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Assassin mc think quickly before engagin in combat with me

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Im in a combat, you shouldnt date that brat.

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that