This is a song about "Gold"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Spiritual, fool's gold

From an african american stance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We them boys that glow without 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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Ima slow it down, down, down

I'm getting gold leprechaun