This is a song about "Selling boots"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal