This is a song about "Blood gold"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Then get out your seat and jump around

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

The science and the art, africa

Droppin dime gold digga

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I jive like bone

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed