This is a song about "All gold"

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Only seen family a few like gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I thought that all the green gold had finally gone to my head,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So beat me to the bone

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You're fucking with me, nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old