This is a song about "Gold"

Shout out my nigga miles

It's full of gold medals,

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So don't follow me home

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Gold chains, watches and more,

Who did it before

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And you all will respect that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Only seen family a few like gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold