This is a song about "Silver man thing"

You know the one thing i notice about critics man?

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Cause fucking imagination is my thing,

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Don't want to be the king

Finding that silver lining

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

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

(silver spoon anyone?)

So keep fronting till my peeps come

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

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

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends