This is a song about "Diak of laptops"

Instead of living this life of violent crime

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Of potential cases

My nigga, its all love

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,