This is a song about "9 carrot gold"

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old

If i don't make that man there dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But for long time i had gone cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold