This is a song about "Gold soda"

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

It's just my soda mixed with brown

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I got a watch wit all gold,

But for long time i had gone cold