This is a song about "Blood gold"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned