This is a song about "Gold on the ce"

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

I say that the pool is closed

But like the diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool