This is a song about "Gold cha"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

But for long time i had gone cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

All this paper i fold

But like the diamonds and gold

My all gold rolly or the

Coroners comfort your mama

We forever be real, we'll never fold

We them boys that glow without gold