This is a song about "Gold"

I got a watch wit all gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

You, you, you have to pay for that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

In the club like fuck it, though

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Only seen family a few like gold