This is a song about "Big rings"

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

But i apologize for not walking you around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche