This is a song about "Luxury sadan"

Luxury life, results living bad

We never tattle, let god handle that

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

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

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

So let's have a toast, everything fine

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Roll up to a five star luxury

And i got a little big, keep it low key