This is a song about "White socks"

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Rock a nigga out his socks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white