This is a song about "Gold"

I just wanna be higher than that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

We them boys that glow without gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Spiritual, fool's gold

Where i from, it get cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But like the diamonds and gold

The truth shall be told

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

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,