This is a song about "Championship gold"

The championship is still mine

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Where i from, it get cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering 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

Before i leave home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone