This is a song about "Gold"

Only seen family a few like gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Or closed casket for our troubles

It's full of gold medals,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Ima go until my arm's sore

Gold chains, watches and more,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps