This is a song about "Knocking boots"

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

I'm knocking up on hell's door and it's lucifer, #invite #him #in,

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

Chilling like some villains when they're feeling the beat knocking

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Ya bitch bopping topping slober knocking

And this will be the song that we sing

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Best believe they gon' see it, darling

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Double m g forever though