This is a song about "Socks"

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Rock a nigga out his socks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

You pull up in parking lots

Don’t pay as much for socks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox