This is a song about "Gold"

Man it’s the killer tracks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Only seen family a few like gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Where i from, it get cold

We them boys that glow without gold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold