This is a song about "Vault of glas"

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Beaches of normandy.

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Just feel like locking myself in a vault

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Of being of always getting wired

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too