This is a song about "Fool s gold"

Momma said i should reconsider law school

If u don't understand consider yourself the fool

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

But for long time i had gone cold

S queezys very bold

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

And what remains from a emotionally scared fool

That's the sound of my tool

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

You soundin a little shitty fool,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Who cares, walk away, don’t talk you fool

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool