This is a song about "Black gold"

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I put that nigga in his casket

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I mean of course just the same old

Just searching for the perfect shot

Black as black like the blacktop/

Hand to hand in the cold

But like the diamonds and gold