This is a song about "Hoes and gold"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

And all she wants is to dance

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I mean of course just the same old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Never let the game play youand for the fame

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,