This is a song about "Selling boots"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

One night, i was selling some rocks

A far reach from them rap dudes

What is life? take a step in my boots