This is a song about "Gold"

I better get my gown

I'm getting gold leprechaun

They fiend in the door

Gold chains, watches and more,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

We them boys that glow without gold

The truth shall be told

But like the diamonds and gold