This is a song about "Gold"

A criminal grind nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

And all she wants is to dance

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Our nation have to bow, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's full of gold medals,