This is a song about "Diamonds"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I want the diamonds and the chains and hoes in abundance,

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

Where i from, it get cold

But like the diamonds and gold

They ain't trynna be groupies

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love