This is a song about "Mixing money and gold"

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Magnatized by the mixing

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

To your payroll to stop my mixing

There'd still be niggas out killing

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps