This is a song about "Gold"

Blackberry and t phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

My all gold rolly or the

You made me wanna

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

I mean of course just the same old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.