This is a song about "Championship gold"

Im seated by the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

They claim it as their own, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

That's a new flow

Turn money into diamonds and gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne