This is a song about "Gold digge3r"

But for long time i had gone cold

Only seen family a few like gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Droppin dime gold digga

Who knows what the

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

You can see with your fans

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