This is a song about "Gold"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

We them boys that glow without gold

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

I got a watch wit all gold,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

You gotta go all day for that gold

Is a space that now you hold