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

Mount you like a trophy, i'm the grizzly to your yogi

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Women front, they get its cold

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

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

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse

Crackas watch my every step

Just this mornin i strangled a neck