This is a song about "Gold on me"

Ya a bunch of gold diggers outta ya mind mistaken me for a mine.

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense