This is a song about "Gold exploration"

My all gold rolly or the

Is written in our souls, africa

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Mind into visionary realms of exploration,

It's full of gold medals,

As she goes through the levels

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga