This is a song about "Stakz diamond"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

I'd blow you up like dynamite, i'm diamond like

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

You don't find a diamond among the dirt until you uncover it

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared