This is a song about "Gold chainz and rangs"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

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

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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