This is a song about "Gold"

I say that the pool is closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's full of gold medals,

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

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

You got that indie glow

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

You gotta go all day for that gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit