This is a song about "9 carrot gold"

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

You gotta go all day for that gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

But like the diamonds and gold

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

And i got them gold bottles, first place

This is no trial, this a closed case

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold