This is a song about "Jewels"

I floss dawg and i stay wit my jewels on.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

And these two, other sloos, sucking my dick for a bag of jewels

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Put your jewels up no fuck it put your honey up

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Motherfuckers say that i'm foolish i only talk about jewels

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials