This is a song about "Lou diamond phillips"

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My mansion's diamond in mayfair, cosigning with reigned hairs of slain mare,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper