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

Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

On the road to riches and diamond rings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Then push the milk on a slow bend

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

We gotta try and fight the negativity towards each

Got a nigga seein things

And punches thrown with metal rings

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Me and my team, we coming in first