This is a song about "Chainz gold"

I mean of course just the same old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

You gotta go all day for that gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,