This is a song about "Work boots"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

What is life? take a step in my boots

If you make it work now

Bitches ain't around one thou

You'll never be late for work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I work hard, nigga put in work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

And gave the coldest smirk

No a/c cheap car to do work