This is a song about "Everything you touch turns to gold"

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

To you everything i did wouldn't do

And didn't try to keep in touch i guess you never missed me

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

I want to be everything to you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Jason keaton, i can only imagine