This is a song about "Gathering gold"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

We them boys that glow without gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

I mean of course just the same old

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy

Turn money into diamonds and gold

After every show, a dream she hold

It's full of gold medals,

Good kids make bad grown ups