This is a song about "Gold cabins"

The science and the art, africa

Droppin dime gold digga

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I'm the talk of the town

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Only seen family a few like gold

No car key and i mean that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Wale dc said we on joe

You gotta go all day for that gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled