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"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice