This is a song about "Gold ceilings"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

But like the diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You gotta go all day for that gold

But for long time i had gone cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I looked at him, told him sit down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed