This is a song about "Gold glory and god"

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Gold chains, watches and more,

I ain't happy with the score

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

And all women who had light features, see

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/