This is a song about "Flashing that gold"

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

Look, by the end of this song

Got some fresh dug gold, that imma pawn,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I thought that all the green gold had finally gone to my head,