This is a song about "Gold"

I'm getting gold leprechaun

They can’t even come around

My all gold rolly or the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Spiritual, fool's gold

I mean of course just the same old

It's full of gold medals,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

You gotta go all day for that gold