This is a song about "Gold grills"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Same bitches used to play me though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

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

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

But like the diamonds and gold

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Women front, they get its cold