This is a song about "Aj gould"

I got a watch wit all gold,

Black woman you cold

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Our girls is the models

It's full of gold medals,

Try rising to the level of aj, i'm now in my heyday

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

You gotta go all day for that gold

But for long time i had gone cold