This is a song about "Mixing money and gold"

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

One parent above, the other live scared

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

I promise to keep it honest

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

That's just the beginning of war

Gold chains, watches and more,