This is a song about "Gold"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

You gotta go all day for that gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Women front, they get its cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Call me whatever joe

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Turn money into diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned