This is a song about "Gold on the ce"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

It's foretold i withhold the grail to molding gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

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

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

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop