This is a song about "Stay gold"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

She leave her hair on the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

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

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

I say that the pool is closed

I like a broad that has fashion gold,