This is a song about "Luxury"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Roll up to a five star luxury

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Luxury life, results living bad

I live a life of luxury, but trust me, i'm the man it sucks to be

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,