This is a song about "Gold"

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

We just want you back at home

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Play the game nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Snoop dogged it, nelly came down

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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