This is a song about "Gold"

But for long time i had gone cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

We them boys that glow without gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Then get out your seat and jump around