This is a song about "Chrome rims"

I'm comin' to break the bank so walk the plank whenever i lock the chrome

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Just sit back in suburban chrome when words are thrown,

Colder cause the shimmer of the chrome

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

He began with a complicated trick, thats when he realized he need to crawl through chrome

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown