This is a song about "Bass power streets grime money cars music"

Done grime these streets are the

The science and the art, africa

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

People love hodgy i hate you though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about