This is a song about "Gold kette"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,

Only seen family a few like gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

I hit the studio

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/