This is a song about "Gold flow"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Spiritual, fool's gold

But like the diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

I got that gold cemetery flow

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

They fiend in the door

Gold chains, watches and more,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold