This is a song about "Hustler whips rims"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

A full time sex slave, never find another

A hustler from nazareth, i ain't no sucker

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

Knowing that i need you

My ride old but my rims new,

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Now, nigga, it’s the prince