This is a song about "Gold and diamonds"

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

I take my sluts diamonds and pawn it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

And diamonds last forever

Uh, for worse or for better

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

That ice be onto my neck and wrist