This is a song about "Gold rush"

Where i from, it get cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

You gotta go all day for that gold

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

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

I got a watch wit all gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

They love to start beef just for an adreniline rush

Spiritual, fool's gold

Black woman you cold

We them boys that glow without gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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