This is a song about "Gold cabins"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

On my way back home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Only seen family a few like gold

That scary love, never get married love

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old