This is a song about "Gold car"

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Bad, just like an 80's car

She prayed on me passing that bar

That gal want me ride har

Your music in the car

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

She is far bizarre

I'm in my other car

We them boys that glow without gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold