This is a song about "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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Spiritual, fool's gold

They can never hold me down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Before i leave home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Hand to hand in the cold

We them boys that glow without gold

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga