This is a song about "Gold dig"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So dig that,go back to your room,daddy's back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

But only the ho's put the effort in to dig it,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I'm getting gold leprechaun

To come and change my life around

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

After every show, a dream she hold