This is a song about "Rim towe"

Too much rim make the ride too hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Like they're giving me a rim job

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Basketball without rim shillings

You can hear it in my lyrics