This is a song about "Gold"

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion 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

It's full of gold medals,

Good kids make bad grown ups

I got a watch wit all gold,

The truth shall be told

After every show, a dream she hold

We them boys that glow without gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Women front, they get its cold

I got a watch wit all gold,