This is a song about "Gold gloves"

But like the diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I mean of course just the same old

Spiritual, fool's gold

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

And panned out, i'm all in love

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

After that moscato hit

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold