This is a song about "Gold all on ma chainz"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got a watch wit all gold,

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

Cause ma life turned on me like a damn war///

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more