This is a song about "Work boots"

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

I ain't trynna be forward

The concept is so absurd

But i dont mind doing work

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

It's a fools fatewithout your word

You'll never be late for work

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

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

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