This is a song about "Gold things"

I say that the pool is closed

But like the diamonds and gold

Been spending most our lives

I would do awful awful things

We never tattle, let god handle that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Gold chains, watches and more,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I'm getting gold leprechaun

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Soon enough i want those gold things