This is a song about "Gold rolex"

Wish i could shed all these tears

Thats presidential rolex.

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

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

Kick in the door

Gold chains, watches and more,

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Thats presidential rolex.

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense