This is a song about "Football boots"

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

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Like football your ass smacked dad

She always comin back

Football jocks and performers

Talking of the gods you serve

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

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

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