This is a song about "Selling boots"

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Fuckin' up my gold pots

One night, i was selling some rocks

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

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

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack