This is a song about "Gold soul"

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

I mean of course just the same old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Wanting a gold chain, but his life is just a sequel, hes riding the soul train!

We them boys that glow without gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.