This is a song about "Fuck gold digfer"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

After that moscato hit

You gotta go all day for that gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

So when ya see me nigga

My all gold rolly or the