This is a song about "Gold cha"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Only seen family a few like gold

The science and the art, africa

Droppin dime gold digga

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Im comming in to get cha you any way that i have to

But now invisible cells around your brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.