This is a song about "Gold ceilings"

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Only seen family a few like gold

All this paper i fold

We them boys that glow without gold

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Damn straight it can't hold, i bust through ceilings

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

My all gold rolly or the

A criminal grind nigga

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was