This is a song about "Gold rush"

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Play this shit while you contemplate

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

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

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold