This is a song about "Gold soda"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

I'm going off like a soda after shaking real hard

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

I mean of course just the same old

But like the diamonds and gold

We them boys that glow without gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold