This is a song about "Gold di"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

I'm getting gold leprechaun

She writes it all down

Io sono il più grande di tutti, no translating, no peaking!

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks