This is a song about "Socks"

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

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

And shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Embracin my dick whenever i use em, erasin my stress whenever i lose em.

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Ill beat that ass till yo socks fall off

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

They calling me often to offer me walls

Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'm white as yo tube socks, but goddamn this beat knocks