This is a song about "Gold"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

We them boys that glow without gold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

You gotta go all day for that gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Know it good when she go no hands

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold