This is a song about "Gold"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Who did it before

Gold chains, watches and more,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold