This is a song about "Gold and salt trade"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

After every show, a dream she hold

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

The former, position of a pimp

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see