This is a song about "Gold gloves"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Spiritual, fool's gold

Women front, they get its cold

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves