This is a song about "Gold"

I say that the pool is closed

Spiritual, fool's gold

It's full of gold medals,

As she goes through the levels

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

We them boys that glow without gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I'm getting gold leprechaun

We be like.. down

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

My all gold rolly or the