This is a song about "A gangsta getting cash and having an audi r8 and has problems with other people"

And then there's only one other homie, but he has a hard time believing me.

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Getting blowed like ashes by a chick that has an accent

And i got too much problems to deal with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses