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

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

My hat is always the color of cactus

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

You think of winning bitch that's just a hologram

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

But i think your just hungry for a bit of food, you got a better chance at winning this battle

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I find gold like a gnome

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

And the gold will magnetize to where you're at

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

A medal of honor i think i deserve it