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

Rims, henny, and reminisce

That shoebox shit, over with

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

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

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

I'm after you bringing traffic through

My ride old but my rims new,