This is a song about "Epic luxury"

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The real muscle in the message of that

Luxury life, results living bad

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Never generic but generous / clever and epic- a veteran

Luxury life, results living bad

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Like a hit movie, this shit epic

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,