This is a song about "Football boots"

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,

Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors

Football jocks and performers

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

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

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker