This is a song about "Bugatti varon gold"

Hand to hand in the cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Blaze past you in my bugatti

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

You're a guy who'd buy a nissan and say it's a bugatti

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold