This is a song about "All gold"

Gold chains, watches and more,

You see i gotta go to war

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Get an ak and massacre you all with gold all in each coat

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold