This is a song about "Baseball diamond"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Brightened, like a diamond

Playng baseball with my boy tube

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

I can smell it when i go outside

Woman kinda like baseball, i'm always watchin they curves

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared