This is a song about "Sock"

They keep calling me a dog,and i keep getting sock

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Ill sock you and leave you to'(tore) up,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Cause if ima sock her its gonna be with the dick and not a kick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

In each of their pockets, i sock fuckers with lockets/