This is a song about "My gold"

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

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