This is a song about "Gold car"

Who smokin in my car?

Baby, you know who you are

We them boys that glow without gold

I say that the pool is closed

Bad, just like an 80's car

Well, that's what you are

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Yea got big stacks get me a car

You're in a seminar

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Women front, they get its cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,