This is a song about "Gold digga"

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

We just want you back at home

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Only seen family a few like gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain