This is a song about "Gold"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

On my way back home

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Is a space that now you hold

We them boys that glow without gold

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

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

She leave her hair on the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that