This is a song about "Gold"

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bad bitches never loved them though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

She do it with no hands

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

They fiend in the door

Gold chains, watches and more,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Only seen family a few like gold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold