This is a song about "Gold"

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I got a watch wit all gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

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

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But for long time i had gone cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Gold chains, watches and more,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

I mean of course just the same old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.