This is a song about "Gold"

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You gotta go all day for that gold

And all she wants is to dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

All this paper i fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's full of gold medals,