This is a song about "South gold"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Im still here but i can't skate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

But i do quite well with all the bait

I'm on the british south east coast mate

That's my in the life south.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

You gotta go all day for that gold

Women front, they get its cold