This is a song about "Gold"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

My all gold rolly or the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's full of gold medals,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home