This is a song about "Combat boots"

What is life? take a step in my boots

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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,

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

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

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

Alright, you want combat.

Saying they this and that

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

As a kid my parents arguments was like a combat zone

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop