This is a song about "Your gold darling"

I turned into something they never became

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping

Man i'm starving, may as well get a nice looking darling/

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Women front, they get its cold

(hook from "my darling" by eminem)

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Your rhyme deepens as if gold cheapens we're told

And i drop top off in a hot cold