This is a song about "Wyatt gold the faker"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Within the mess of the palava there's a message in the saga to be told

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Is a space that now you hold

I cut class, said i was a faker

Baby, you know who you are

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old