This is a song about "Rims"

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

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I live in a zoo

My ride old but my rims new,

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

The jiggas and the tips

Rims, henny, and reminisce