This is a song about "Gathering gold"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Pick em' up and knock em' down

Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

It's full of gold medals,

As she goes through the levels

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

All this paper i fold

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross