This is a song about "Epic luxury"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Epic dick lay feet dong,play it over and over like a hit song,

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Let me rideuntil i get free

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

When biggie wrote his first rhymes they were treated epic

Never generic but generous / clever and epic- a veteran

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/