This is a song about "Rim"

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

I think i caught it for the rim, i be my fuckin ways

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Money above the rim, but i don't fuck with timbs

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Like they're giving me a rim job

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Basketball without rim shillings

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Know give me a head start