This is a song about "Gold"

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

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

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Gold chains, watches and more,

I got soul, there's more in store

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

He just get her bigger bags

That's why i shine like i does

It's full of gold medals,