This is a song about "Gold"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

After every show, a dream she hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

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

I got a watch wit all gold,

All this paper i fold