This is a song about "Chemical property"

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Enough to bring pain to citizens on public property

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

So lets get drunk on it's chemical burns

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

There's much more to life than just poverty

I turn a mistake into a property

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Is written in our souls, africa

For a property in hollywood hills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills