This is a song about "Gold on the ce"

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Gold shinin check the time, it's my shine,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not