This is a song about "Balling and money"

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You need to stick to balling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

If you feel it, it must be real just

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Cause another innocent died

Fuck the money and public opinion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some