This is a song about "White gold dress"

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress

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

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

We gotta get back to what really matters

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned