This is a song about "Gold"

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

You see i gotta go to war

Gold chains, watches and more,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

Is a space that now you hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.