This is a song about "Gold"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

I say that the pool is closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I mean of course just the same old

Lower than my credit score

Gold chains, watches and more,

Spiritual, fool's gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Cause everytime yall come around

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old