This is a song about "Socks"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Invited myself in the gates secretly almost sank in a sink hole, reached in my socks

Don’t pay as much for socks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I'm all talk, a smart ass wit tall socks,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Socks you find beneath the commode, highroad being radioed