This is a song about "Gold on you"

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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 i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

After the gold prize when i get it you bet ill treasure it

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

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

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

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