This is a song about "Gold guitars"

But like the diamonds and gold

The truth shall be told

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Women front, they get its cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold