This is a song about "Gold diggers"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Ya a bunch of gold diggers outta ya mind mistaken me for a mine.

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

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

Women front, they get its cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

We them boys that glow without gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got a watch wit all gold,