This is a song about "Los angeles california money power respect goons guns drugs women expensive cars old school chevys clothing jews diamonds snow wisdom wise hood envy wicked loyal protect honest palm trees blunts tattoos guns jordans jail riches dreams true evil thoughts a"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Taught me what a loyal women do

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,