This is a song about "Gold diggers"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

I'm rolling down the window

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We them boys that glow without gold

I wanted the money and never the fame

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Shout out my nigga miles

It's full of gold medals,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Rocking black and gold stocking caps