This is a song about "Foreign diamonds ice whip coke chopper"

Young money, d-town's all star

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

And diamonds last forever

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

So i can see, lyrical diamonds, the finest

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So keep fronting till my peeps come

All my bitches be foreign