This is a song about "Gold"

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Only seen family a few like gold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I-i'ma take her down

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Now all i am is alone

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,