This is a song about "Gold boy gold gi"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Droppin dime gold digga

The science and the art, africa

We them boys that glow without gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But like the diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

All this paper i fold

We be like.. down

I'm getting gold leprechaun