This is a song about "Gold c2pac"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Spiritual, fool's 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

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I hit the studio

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

You gotta go all day for that gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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