This is a song about "Gold c2pac"

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

You gotta go all day for that gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold