This is a song about "Gold on my neck"

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

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Where that shit on my neck lick a pendant

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind