This is a song about "Hustler whips money rims"

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes