This is a song about "Football boots"

That moschino shit is so back

Like football your ass smacked dad

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,