This is a song about "Gold slab"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Gold chains, watches and more,

As soon as i walk in the door

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

My hat is always the color of cactus

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,