This is a song about "Jewels"

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Look at my jewels, paper an bitch, trife making us all bulk rich,

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Those moments are priceless, precious like ices jewels i treasure rebirth me isis

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

And jewels, we got flooded with rocks and stones, so,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Prolly.......i got so many jewels (jews)that.. im tryna loose the nazi's,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese