This is a song about "Gold rims"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got a watch wit all gold,

Only seen family a few like gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

We them boys that glow without gold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

But for long time i had gone cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold