This is a song about "Shiny things"

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

She did things that were bad

Bet i'm heavy with that

Not king james, these were coke kings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz

That going through some things

When you spill out hits

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I would do awful awful things