This is a song about "Gold"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Only seen family a few like gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But i’m praying in advance

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

On my way back home