This is a song about "Gold ceilings"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

You gotta go all day for that gold

Is a space that now you hold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,