This is a song about "Gold gloves"

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

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

So cold you need to wear a hat and gloves when you blast it up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

My all gold rolly or the

Your gonna be on top nigga

Hand to hand in the cold

But like the diamonds and gold

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga