This is a song about "Gold on you"

Spiritual, fool's gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

When you look into the hip hop nation, you see girls and gold

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

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Within the mess of the palava there's a message in the saga to be told

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

You egotistical bastard, cannot stop the gold coming out of this jackpot/

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block