This is a song about "Hustler whips rims"

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

They bringing me fish and chips

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

I'm going back to cali

Whips they cant afford to carry

Cause ignorance is bliss

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops