This is a song about "Gold linen"

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

But now invisible cells around your brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

My all gold rolly or the

Look, she so stingy with vagina

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

To make karma come faster than she normally will