This is a song about "Wyatt gold the faker"

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

It's foretold i withhold the grail to molding gold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You know...you know who you are

I cut class, said i was a faker

The dreams the kid in you once had, youre never gonna have no more 16 years old

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

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school