This is a song about "Stinky socks"

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Socks you find beneath the commode, highroad being radioed

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion