This is a song about "Gold and ice"

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

They say i talk like im god body

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

The former, position of a pimp

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Gold chains, watches and more,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold