This is a song about "Silver linings"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

No dark clouds, just silver linings

I like silver better!..

That i will leave earth with her

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You know...you know who you are