This is a song about "Gold"

All this paper i fold

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

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Gold chains, watches and more,

That's just the beginning of war

You gotta go all day for that gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Where i from, it get cold

We them boys that glow without gold

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love