This is a song about "Gold"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

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

You gotta go all day for that gold

Women front, they get its cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

It's full of gold medals,

Shout out my nigga miles

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/