This is a song about "Gold love"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

You can feel it via spirit

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You gotta go all day for that gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Black woman you cold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

They can’t even come around

Droppin dime gold digga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Only seen family a few like gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold