This is a song about "Gold rims"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I mean of course just the same old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,