This is a song about "Gold cha"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

We them boys that glow without gold

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Is written in our souls, africa

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

All this paper i fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Droppin dime gold digga

Play the game nigga

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

My all gold rolly or the