This is a song about "Gold glory and god"

If you haven't noticed, fame and glory fast approaches,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

You can see with your fans

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

Glory to god he is the key

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face