This is a song about "Dayton rims"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

My ride old but my rims new,

Not to shit on you

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

So here i am at the store for some chips

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Full of shit, like i ate that john