This is a song about "I got gold"

The brightest rap. i got plaques with gold backs

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Ay, you- i heard you shining, but i got that gold membership

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

It's foretold i withhold the grail to molding gold,