This is a song about "Gold guns"

Where i from, it get cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Then take it down slow

We got dat guns and flow

But like the diamonds and gold

All this paper i fold

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence