This is a song about "I got gold"

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

I find gold like a gnome

She wanna be grown

Ha, in your loophole though

I got that gold cemetery flow

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

But for long time i had gone cold

Women front, they get its cold

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

I write gold it's a paper retriever

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled