This is a song about "Gold diggers"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

We them boys that glow without gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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