This is a song about "Gold"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Yeah, yeah, break it down

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Up in my new two door

Gold chains, watches and more,

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

My ambition to blow

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit