This is a song about "Chrome rims"

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims