This is a song about "Gold dripping velvet"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

After every show, a dream she hold

We them boys that glow without gold

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Women front, they get its cold

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Bitch you should see my wallet