This is a song about "Gold only neck like a trophy"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But like the diamonds and gold

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Im trying to see her in bed

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

It's like i've got a twisted neck with the coldest faces,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Just this mornin i strangled a neck

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed