This is a song about "Flexing with this gold"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I promise to keep it honest

These streets ain't paved gold, walk with a limp

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I met this girl that was silly, happy, jumpy with a heart of gold.

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

You egotistical bastard, cannot stop the gold coming out of this jackpot/