This is a song about "Hit gold"

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Only seen family a few like gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But like the diamonds and gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

We them boys that glow without gold

I say that the pool is closed

Droppin dime gold digga

Thug for life nigga