This is a song about "Gold grills"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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 like a broad that has fashion gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

It's full of gold medals,

I mean of course just the same old

You gotta go all day for that gold

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Now i'm in the zone