This is a song about "Cowboy boots"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you