This is a song about "Mansions"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

They live in mansions with pools, communities gated,

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Mansions maids mercedes

So if you wanna leave

I'll bury you, got mansions up in alaska with the caribou

Well i guess i’ll pay for that tooaccountant tellin' me how much i withdrew

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops