This is a song about "Gold"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

You can feel it via spirit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Only seen family a few like gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed