This is a song about "Gold"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Shout out my nigga miles

It's full of gold medals,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold