This is a song about "Gold on the cei"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

It's foretold i withhold the grail to molding gold,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

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