This is a song about "Gold"

All this paper i fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Your gonna be on top nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

The science and the art, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We getting money, you can face the facts

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Thats how i rope em all down