This is a song about "Sock hop"

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

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

I will even take over hip hop

By any means, if ya like it or not

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

I'll still bang her wearin nothin but a sock/

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Hip to the fucking hop

O. trice always rep his block

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Mean mugging in snuggies sock-footed on soft woolen