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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

That's just the beginning of war

Gold chains, watches and more,

Spiritual, fool's gold

Women front, they get its cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain