This is a song about "Gold boy gold gi"

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Droppin dime gold digga

Thug for life nigga

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But now invisible cells around your brain

And it's well known that rell home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Women front, they get its cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold