This is a song about "Mikey rims"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

My ride old but my rims new,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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