This is a song about "White and gold 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

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I'm a still love you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days