This is a song about "Rims"

Rims, henny, and reminisce

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

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

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

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

They bringing me fish and chips

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

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