This is a song about "Gold"

I got a watch wit all gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Gold chains, watches and more,

And you ain't gotta go to war

Only seen family a few like gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was