This is a song about "Gold"

You gotta go all day for that gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,

The truth shall be told

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Shout out my nigga miles

It's full of gold medals,

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/