This is a song about "Gold and diamonds"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I want the diamonds and the chains and hoes in abundance,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Our own business and minin' for them diamonds, we rhymin',

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

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

And i got them gold bottles, first place

It'll last for all these crazy days

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,