This is a song about "Gold"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But like the diamonds and gold

Our nation have to bow, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But i’m praying in advance

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed