This is a song about "Gold guitars"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Man it’s the killer tracks

That's why i shine like i does

It's full of gold medals,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You gotta go all day for that gold

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold