This is a song about "My gold is money"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

They claim it as their own, africa

My all gold rolly or the

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Nigga i ain't never scared

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Planet's gold but it's potent to hold me till my breath is still

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show