This is a song about "Gold"

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

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

But like the diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm going off the top of the brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

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

Only seen family a few like gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Where i from, it get cold

We them boys that glow without gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

I’m the best, hands down

I'm getting gold leprechaun