This is a song about "Gold digga"

You haven't flowered loco

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I got a watch wit all gold,

I mean of course just the same old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold