This is a song about "Your gold darling"

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Yeah, i say hello my darling

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

My all gold rolly or the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse