This is a song about "Gold love"

But for long time i had gone cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

The science and the art, africa

Droppin dime gold digga

Gold chains, watches and more,

They fiend in the door

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We them boys that glow without gold

After every show, a dream she hold