This is a song about "Gold watches"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

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

As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Women front, they get its cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold