This is a song about "Gold"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

Droppin dime gold digga

Yeah, one time for the

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Spiritual, fool's gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

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

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,