[Verse 1: Ghettosocks]
-It’s Count Socks with the butter verse/ -I make you
Kiddies go and get it like your mother’s purse, buncha nerds/
-I’m like ‘run the jewels’ muhfuckas run to church/
Sextin with ya hunny while she tell you that her tummy hurts/
-decked out rocking fabulous robes/ I’m
Passionate while you look for something ratchet to bone/ I’m
Fascinating so she tell me she ain’t crashing alone/ she grabbed my
Joint and started going all ‘sax-a-ma-phone’- woah/
-Call me Mozart rollin rollin on a go-cart/
Dartmouth ferry beats bumping outta Noah’s ark/
-Black Buffalo’s raw- check the OR/ thеse
Youngin’s won’t ever know thе struggle like a phone card/
-and to be clear I never copped rok-a-wear/ I’m
Rocking gear that dropped the same year as the Rocketeer/
-got it popping with ya broad without a drop a beer/ that’s
Why the bunny’s melting off my words like a choclatier/ (ear)