This is a song about "Gold"

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Droppin dime gold digga

Yeah, one time for the

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

I got a watch wit all gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold