This is a song about "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

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

You gotta go all day for that gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But for long time i had gone cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Or something that you paid for

Gold chains, watches and more,

After every show, a dream she hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Where i from, it get cold

We them boys that glow without gold