This is a song about "The element gold"

Fuck fire, im my own element

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

I say that the pool is closed

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

That's why poverty is the number one element

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

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

But like the diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Look, she so stingy with vagina

My all gold rolly or the

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool