This is a song about "Andrew silver"

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Where every recipient, property of the state

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

I like silver better!..

Something worth dying for