This is a song about "White gold dress"

Spiritual, fool's gold

Hand to hand in the cold

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I burst in the game dress the scene so ugly

Where the black girls get their weaves back

They way i dress is mad.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.