This is a song about "Gold gloves"

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

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

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

You gotta go all day for that gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Scared to love, readin' all of the above, i'm takin' off the gloves,

I say that the pool is closed

But like the diamonds and gold

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!