This is a song about "Gucci down to the socks"

The who, what, where and the when, i need to cool down

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

And shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Like nala in the jungle to soften the edges down,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Everytime you come around

So hard to keep the tears down