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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Only seen family a few like gold

Even a 'winning round' here #is fixed... they will fix you as well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Winning that battle is considered a sin

I make songs about shit for attention

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

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Shit ain’t better alone

I find gold like a gnome