This is a song about "Bitches diamonds"

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Yo girl's heart seen my diamonds so you know it suit her

But if the time is right ima steal them priceless diamonds glistening

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

But like the diamonds and gold

Black woman you cold

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love