This is a song about "Gold"

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

But for long time i had gone cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Droppin dime gold digga

The science and the art, africa

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

But i’m praying in advance

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/