This is a song about "Mikey rims"

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

As often, i do this

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

They say nothings ever free

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And it tried to run away but "sikey mikey" dragged it back

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat