This is a song about "Rich luxury life"

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I get confused when i'm not rich

Now i’m up in this bitch

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

? all white but the phantom is all black

Luxury life, results living bad

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Nothins stopping me from being rich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/