This is a song about "Gold fragments"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

So when ya see me nigga

My all gold rolly or the

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old