This is a song about "Gold silver"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I mean of course just the same old

You gotta go all day for that gold

But like the diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying