This is a song about "Gold fragments"

We them boys that glow without gold

I say that the pool is closed

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Semi automatics blow you into fragments, the coroner like, "what the fuck happened?"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I got a watch wit all gold,

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Is a space that now you hold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I turned into something they never became

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold