This is a song about "Gold things"

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I would do awful awful things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I got a watch wit all gold,

I mean of course just the same old

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

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