This is a song about "Money hoes gold"

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

At this love thing toe to toe

Hand to hand in the cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote