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"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Amen, they say you only live once

No money, power, or drugs,

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Keep a barrage of guns ready