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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

Black woman you cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Now if you give us a chance

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

We them boys that glow without gold