This is a song about "Theift rings chains diamonds and gold glack nine blast mine"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'm asinine, i'll blast the nine, my disses so mean to ya,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

I’m cold like its in denver

And diamonds last forever

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops