This is a song about "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

Spiritual, fool's gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain