This is a song about "Gold chain nigga"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I wanted the money and never the fame

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane