This is a song about "White and gold dress"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

And pissing red, white, and blue

Now i gotta exit after you

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

They puttin out the same blueprint