This is a song about "Gold cash"

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Just put your hand on the glass

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

You can't be wiping your ass

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold