This is a song about "Cock rings"

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Is not far from white girls with big bread

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Caught george with a hand on his cock

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

And punches thrown with metal rings

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings

And my rings 14 carat

That real life shit