This is a song about "Silver"

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Everybody wasted faded, faded

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Rae took on the date with the purple tape