This is a song about "Stay gold"

I mean of course just the same old

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

You can see with your fans

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

My all gold rolly or the

Thug for life nigga

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Is a space that now you hold

But like the diamonds and gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain