This is a song about "Flexing with this gold"

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

For him to be resurrected and get to another level

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness