This is a song about "Gold rolex"

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Is a space that now you hold

Thats presidential rolex.

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But like the diamonds and gold