This is a song about "Hustler whips money rims"

Whips they cant afford to carry

On they twitter writing novels, see

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

When you spill out hits

I crash whips when my track skips

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

It's moe, all i need is more chips

A hustler from nazareth, i ain't no sucker

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother