This is a song about "Gold soda"

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

But like the diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Spiritual, fool's gold

The truth shall be told