This is a song about "Ciarans stinky socks"

Don’t pay as much for socks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm white as yo tube socks, but goddamn this beat knocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing