This is a song about "Walk in boots"

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Watching you walk in while you come in through door then i

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I just walk away and put both fists in position

Swagged up as i walk in the hallway

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Thought it'd be easy, just a walk in the park, no

You walk in, see the messy scene... and scream:

People don't condone what they've never seen

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton