This is a song about "Gold and hoes"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,