This is a song about "Wyatt gold the faker"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Gold shinin check the time, it's my shine,

And now these hoes are on my line

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Majori'm at the apex, your at the nadir ain't nothing faker, rather be alone than

But like the diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold