This is a song about "Flashing that gold"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Ay, you- i heard you shining, but i got that gold membership

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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