This is a song about "White and gold dress"

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

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

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right