This is a song about "Moldy socks"

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Making a movie, spike work

Are you comingto the point that your running

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Invited myself in the gates secretly almost sank in a sink hole, reached in my socks

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

See who really sucks clearer. i'm not imitating shady when i say im crazy. i am

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Socks you find beneath the commode, highroad being radioed

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke