This is a song about "Gold"

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 got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

We them boys that glow without gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

So when ya see me nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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