This is a song about "Work boots"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

We getttin throwed, still put in work

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Too focused, one word

I work hard, nigga put in work

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Puttin in work, to much work,

The concept is so absurd

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

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

I'ma work for everything i have

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas