This is a song about "Old socks"

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Ill beat that ass till yo socks fall off

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

Rock a nigga out his socks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold