This is a song about "Gold chains an bitches"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I like my girls skinny with brains

Got me thinking you 2 chains

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

He struck gold, words an everlasting high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Spiritual, fool's gold

Is a space that now you hold

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes