This is a song about "Gold and hoes"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

He just get her bigger bags

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Where would i be without my dogs

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

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

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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