This is a song about "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

We them boys that glow without gold

I say that the pool is closed

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got a watch wit all gold,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

That he dont even own

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,