This is a song about "Rims"

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

If only i could rap to you

My ride old but my rims new,

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip