This is a song about "Flexing with this gold"

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Took the leprechauns pot of gold 'n' smashed this lame joke

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

In this rap game i took his gold, ever since he sold his soul to the devil

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

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed