This is a song about "Gold everything"

Women front, they get its cold

We them boys that glow without gold

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

My best friend told me everything

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I better get my gown

I'm getting gold leprechaun

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Or never say never though i admit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit