This is a song about "Gold rolex"

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

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

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Hand to hand in the cold

We them boys that glow without gold

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

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

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

The truth shall be told

But like the diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!