This is a song about "Gold"

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And i drop top off in a hot cold

We them boys that glow without gold

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Spiritual, fool's gold

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/