This is a song about "Gold and platinum"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Bitch i'ma rhyme till i'm platinum and i'm not gonna stop screaming and

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old