This is a song about "Gold on the cei"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

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

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

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold