This is a song about "You have smelly socks"

But you will have me anticipating

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion