This is a song about "Gold love"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga