This is a song about "Gold"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

A criminal grind nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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 hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed