This is a song about "24 inch gold dayton rims"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

Lady at the frank stand will

Twenty inch nail rifle

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

9 months while holding in life