This is a song about "Been trill diamond"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

On the road to riches and diamond rings

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Keep it trill for the hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude