This is a song about "White gold dress"

The door crack, niggas all black

They way i dress is mad.

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I mean of course just the same old

Is a space that now you hold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I burst in the game dress the scene so ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free