This is a song about "Gold on you"

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

You egotistical bastard, cannot stop the gold coming out of this jackpot/

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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