This is a song about "Being a gold digger"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

I mean of course just the same old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

Breaking down the underground call me a #digger

Only seen family a few like gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold