This is a song about "Gold on the ce"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Im wondering now why i gave gold the satisfaction

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

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

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old