This is a song about "Gold shining on my chest"

The shining is blinding so i keep on grinding with my rhyming,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

S on my chest like a superman vest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Hear that ruger go blaattt.!!another slug in his chest i got one more strip on my

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell