This is a song about "Timberland boots"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

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

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

What is life? take a step in my boots

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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