This is a song about "Gold"

Spiritual, fool's gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

But like the diamonds and gold

Hand to hand in the cold

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/