This is a song about "Gold"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

Get you high, keep it on the low

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

After every show, a dream she hold

Only seen family a few like gold

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

But i’m praying in advance

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!