This is a song about "Gold"

You got that indie glow

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

She do it with no hands

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Turn money into diamonds and 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

Just a little nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told