This is a song about "White gold dress"

You gotta go all day for that gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

That turns out to be dress. hold up!

It's not making sense to you right now but

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

My hat is always the color of cactus

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

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