This is a song about "Gold"

Only seen family a few like gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Play the game nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Gold chains, watches and more,

Kick in the door

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled