This is a song about "Gold grills"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Women front, they get its cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

But i’m praying in advance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,