This is a song about "Silver"

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/