This is a song about "Gold rush"

Where i from, it get cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

Everyday we're all in a rush

And i can't help but notice

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,