This is a song about "Gold on the cei"

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

My all gold rolly or the

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold