This is a song about "Gold"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Only seen family a few like gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Women front, they get its cold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Gold chains, watches and more,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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