This is a song about "Silver scrub"

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

No dark clouds, just silver linings

I can taste the salt from my tears

We hope in the shower, best believe that bitch gon scrub me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut