This is a song about "Old rain boots"

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Rain, rain, impossible to stay sane,

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

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

Chance said he was praying for rain

Balling, but it’s not a game

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

What is life? take a step in my boots

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

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

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

From working through rain and pain

Now that's what you call a game