This is a song about "Work boots"

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

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

People around are doing their work

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Puttin in work, to much work,

The concept is so absurd

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

No a/c cheap car to do work

And gave the coldest smirk

I'ma work for everything i have

Just put your hand on the glass