This is a song about "White and gold dress"

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack