This is a song about "Gold"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

You got that indie glow

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We them boys that glow without gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Come wit me you'll smoke around

I'm getting gold leprechaun

After every show, a dream she hold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Our girls is the models

It's full of gold medals,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed