This is a song about "Old rain boots"

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I'll never call you bitch again

I'll created thunder on your rain,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

What is life? take a step in my boots

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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