This is a song about "Gold on you"

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

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

Spiritual, fool's gold

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

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

After the gold prize when i get it you bet ill treasure it

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

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

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

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold