This is a song about "Bars ours cars stars top crop"

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

She may not be blood, but shes still ours,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

"we have won, victory's ours!"