This is a song about "Nike socks"

So soon. minding your own business walking down the street just doing you like nike says.

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Fuckin' up my gold pots