This is a song about "Rim towe"

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Basketball without rim shillings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Hope all over again, we can start

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Like they're giving me a rim job

Almost cried right on the spot

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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