This is a song about "Gold"

But for long time i had gone cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Gold chains, watches and more,

You see i gotta go to war

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Spiritual, fool's gold

Hand to hand in the cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit