This is a song about "Gold rush"

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Redbox flow and i do not date

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I only roll with the real

So addicted to this rush i feel

Black woman you cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Cause i dont rush into shit.

It's all good, finna dog that