This is a song about "Finding gold in a dream"

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Defeating me in a battle seems like your biggest dream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

My mind is controllin me, i must be in a dream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen