This is a song about "Faggots money bitches enemies fast cars gold chains"

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box