This is a song about "Winning a gold medal at olyimpics"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

And the gold will magnetize to where you're at

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Winning that battle is considered a sin

I make songs about shit for attention

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Winning isn't anything if you don't have a full locked spirit.

But you know i control your soul, motherfucker do what your told

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses