This is a song about "Gold on the ce"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

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

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

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

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,