This is a song about "24 inch gold dayton rims"

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Spiritual, fool's gold

Women front, they get its cold

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory