This is a song about "Gold"

But for long time i had gone cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Like curses on the radio

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

But i’m praying in advance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Black woman you cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Women front, they get its cold