This is a song about "Chainz gold"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We them boys that glow without gold

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I mean of course just the same old

Spiritual, fool's gold

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

This aint no 2 chainz, true facts no lie

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold