This is a song about "Gold love"

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And i got that bait, they all bad

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I know the world been waiting for that