This is a song about "Cowboy boots"

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

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

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

What is life? take a step in my boots