This is a song about "Socks"

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

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

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Bitch got all them booty shots

Don’t pay as much for socks

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

They calling me often to offer me walls

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks