This is a song about "Each his team rings and bitches"

And my rings 14 carat

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Silicone bitches got the confidence

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I send out my lyrical rings//i am a titan/hip hop giant//the one who speaks and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

So much class, double d’s and ass

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real fuckas on my team