This is a song about "Gold diggers"

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

You're fucking with me, nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold