This is a song about "Happiness and paradise and diamonds and sadness and the past and losing and finding a way"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I take my sluts diamonds and pawn it

Me and you just need to talk a bit

It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Which one will bring happiness and a fine ass wife,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

But like the diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed