This is a song about "Rubber boots"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I might just bust and these bullets aint rubber

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

And i ain't even have the decency to nut in a rubber

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?