This is a song about "Gold guitars"

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Only seen family a few like gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I'm the talk of the town