This is a song about "Gold"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We them boys that glow without gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

The truth shall be told

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

If i don't make that man there dance

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled