This is a song about "Moani gould"

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Shining like the golden sun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

But for long time i had gone cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Droppin dime gold digga

So when ya see me nigga