This is a song about "Classik pt"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

For that j number three

We might be back in this baby

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Majori'm at the apex, your at the nadir ain't nothing faker, rather be alone than

And the v12, that's on various trips

Yeah.......we got that number six

Till im cosigned or resigned atomic like thymine and iodine

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time