This is a song about "Gold bars"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Droppin dime gold digga

You're fucking with me, nigga

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Now all i am is alone

But i got so many bars

The you should look up in the stars

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro