This is a song about "Combat boots"

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

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

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Alright, you want combat.

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

You, you, you have to pay for that

Im in a combat, you shouldnt date that brat.

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Combat kung fu, with that jujitsu

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you