This is a song about "Gold team"

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

But for long time i had gone cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

My team eat everyday a feast

Once the message released

Baby, you know who you are

Your team will crash like nascar

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Me and my whole damn team,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Dream of everyone in my team.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme