This is a song about "Gold diggers"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I drive that all around

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Only seen family a few like gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Or closed casket for our troubles

It's full of gold medals,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told