This is a song about "I got gold"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Gold mines for lines but sometimes i find that i feel worthless

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

And i got them gold bottles, first place

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

I write gold it's a paper retriever

Got some fresh dug gold, that imma pawn,

You were right here all along

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Stole the gold chain straight off ur chest cause i got a bigger chest