This is a song about "Chainz gold ma nigga"

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

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

Where i from, it get cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

We them boys that glow without gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote