This is a song about "Gold"

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

From an african american stance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I got a watch wit all gold,

Black woman you cold

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

I mean of course just the same old

Spiritual, fool's gold

My all gold rolly or the

Now hey little mama