This is a song about "Gold on my neck"

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

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

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

Lies, tangled with fiction

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering