This is a song about "Gold"

Women front, they get its cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

That he dont even own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Kick in the door

Gold chains, watches and more,

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Where i from, it get cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold