This is a song about "Gold linen"

Whip, plane, motions own

I find gold like a gnome

Turn money into diamonds and gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Is a space that now you hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Only seen family a few like gold

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

They had a hell of a run

Bitch you better clean yo linen

But seemingly believe it though

I got that gold cemetery flow

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold