This is a song about "Big rims"

He was the next big thing

I say that keeps me going

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Mad, still make em naked

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Rims, henny, and reminisce

The jiggas and the tips

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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