This is a song about "Cowboy boots"

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

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

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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