This is a song about "Timberland boots"

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

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

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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