This is a song about "Dayton rims"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Aight santana man...let's do this

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory