This is a song about "Diamond and hoes"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose