This is a song about "Flexing with this gold"

Whats really to say i dont know, im stuck in this life so ill make it gold

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Get a gold or two bitch, this shit is textbook

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Get an ak and massacre you all with gold all in each coat

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

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

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block