This is a song about "Okeechobee go gold"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

A criminal grind nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

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

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Mami told me son, hold your own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold