This is a song about "Rims"

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

So here i am at the store for some chips

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Rims, henny, and reminisce

2dopeboyz i know you like this

My ride old but my rims new,

I don't wanna damage you

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

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear