This is a song about "Gold"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

You gotta go all day for that gold

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Spiritual, fool's gold

Hand to hand in the cold

I mean of course just the same old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

That kevin love flow

Is a space that now you hold

I got a watch wit all gold,