This is a song about "Gold mine"

But for long time i had gone cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

And now these hoes are on my line

Break it down one time

I'm still looking for what's mine

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I'm running out of time

The championship is still mine

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I know im lucky he's mine

If this is the right time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

That sometime you wont be mine