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"

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns