This is a song about "Bronze and silver"

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

(silver spoon anyone?)

Bet i get like 8 of them

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

I like silver better!..

Going broke, no sir

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with