This is a song about "Silver monsters"

By god, stop whining

Finding that silver lining

Monsters creeping up in the night

Jt: no one to hold her tight

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Not king james, these were coke kings

No dark clouds, just silver linings

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old