This is a song about "Gold and salt trade"

So tell me why are we at war

Gold chains, watches and more,

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

The dead society of a poet

I wanted the money and never the fame

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold