This is a song about "Pink fluffy socks"

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

They vaguely decipher my language

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks

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

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

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out