This is a song about "Selling boots"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

What is life? take a step in my boots