This is a song about "Championship gold"

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

Spiritual, fool's gold

Where i from, it get cold

A criminal grind nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Get rough with me, that night flow

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

You left your nigga on his own

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Turn money into diamonds and gold