This is a song about "Timberland boots"

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

What is life? take a step in my boots

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Cuz these boots were made for walking and that's just what they'll do

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,