This is a song about "Mikey rims"

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

My shit was submarine like, under ship

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree