This is a song about "Gold bars"

Spiritual, fool's gold

The truth shall be told

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

If north is up and south is down

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Real g when i'm spitting bars

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,