This is a song about "Black gold"

We kung-fu that jack black/

You got reason to brag

Black as black like the blacktop/

Living if she is or not

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old

I say that the pool is closed

Spiritual, fool's gold

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

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

She leave her hair on the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,