This is a song about "Gold"

The truth shall be told

Spiritual, fool's gold

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

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

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain