This is a song about "Gold"

All this paper i fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

It's full of gold medals,

A legend have to bow, africa

My all gold rolly or the