This is a song about "Old boots"

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

These faces and places are growing old,

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

You was to young a 18 year old

Women front, they get its cold

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I put that shit on my man

You see when i was 19 years old

Is a space that now you hold