This is a song about "Mold"

But for long time i had gone cold

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

Breakin' the mold on the regular, lucifer, secular,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

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

If i hold onto the shredded threads, it will mold into non-captured nets, girl

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

I'm here to mold you from raw dough through my flow

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Study plans to unfold the mold uphold by judges' stands

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands