This is a song about "Mold"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

That i can mold into whatever i want

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

The mainstream makes money, so i'm breaking the mold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

If rap was sculptures yours would be a mold and mine be vultures

Are so good while yours are mold

But for long time i had gone cold

Made you callus like a mold

I mean of course just the same old

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