This is a song about "Nigga money goldchains bitch diamonds bands on my waist"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

Is written in our souls, africa

Got all these mf diamonds in my chains nigga

All the diamonds white, nigga we alright,

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

She can make a pimp fall in love

Got diamonds on diamonds,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him