This is a song about "Black tuxedos rich piana speedo socks"

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

When you fly as a bitch

Thats it we getting rich

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

You pull up in parking lots

Nothins stopping me from being rich

They vaguely decipher my language

Well, you better be rich

Rack rack city bitch