This is a song about "Dirty socks"

Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I splash your dirty ass,

Knockin' dude's socks from the boondocks, last to stand,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Actions speak louder than words

For clockin dirty dollars