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

So i ain't giving a fuck

That turns out to be dress. hold up!

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Youre everything to me i cant live without you

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

You gotta go all day for that gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed