This is a song about "Gold gloves"

Beautiful are thou, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

We them boys that glow without gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

My all gold rolly or the

Droppin dime gold digga

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Only seen family a few like gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed