This is a song about "Gold glory and god"

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Glory to god he is the key

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

We forever be real, we'll never fold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Gold chains, watches and more,

Or something that you paid for

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But like the diamonds and gold