This is a song about "Gold"

Gold chains, watches and more,

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

My all gold rolly or the

Your gonna be on top nigga

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

I mean of course just the same old

I got a watch wit all gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Spiritual, fool's gold

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love