This is a song about "Gold and cars"

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold