This is a song about "I love gold"

I write gold it's a paper retriever

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Im wondering now why i gave gold the satisfaction

So don't follow me home

I find gold like a gnome