This is a song about "Socks and sandals"

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Knockin' dude's socks from the boondocks, last to stand,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

You pull up in parking lots

Rock a nigga out his socks

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

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