This is a song about "I got gold"

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Soon enough i want those gold things

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I met this girl that was silly, happy, jumpy with a heart of gold.

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Women front, they get its cold

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

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

Got some fresh dug gold, that imma pawn,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

I got that gold cemetery flow

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold