This is a song about "Gold"

Only seen family a few like gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Now all i am is alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

I say that the pool is closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love