This is a song about "Your my private property"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And bring that back to my property wit ya

I dont care if this is private or public

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Im a property buyer, bitch i already marked it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Show our voices, we’re the backbone, we ain’t booking private flights,

But five years from now i bet she see

'coz i'm damaged property

For a property in hollywood hills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets