This is a song about "Gold rolex"

As we give up our debts

Thats presidential rolex.

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I wish i’ll never see you again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But like the diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Thats presidential rolex.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

You gotta go all day for that gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old