This is a song about "Gold"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

All this paper i fold

We them boys that glow without gold

The truth shall be told

I got a watch wit all 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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Droppin dime gold digga

A criminal grind nigga

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Never let the game play youand for the fame