This is a song about "Gold diggers"

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Ya a bunch of gold diggers outta ya mind mistaken me for a mine.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

But for long time i had gone cold

We them boys that glow without gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold