This is a song about "Diamonds lesbians sex raw blunts"

Here i go again, searching for love

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

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

My nigga, its all love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Blunts still burning, money earning

In my drawsring, ring, ring

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since