This is a song about "Gold"

Where i from, it get cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

It's full of gold medals,

Shout out my nigga miles

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled