This is a song about "Old rain boots"

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

You just tryin' to run game

After the fire, comes the rain

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

I need your love like plants need rain,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

From working through rain and pain

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools