This is a song about "Pink sock"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Where would i be without my dogs

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pink bandanna is my suit

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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