This is a song about "Gold"

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Black woman you cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Gold chains, watches and more,

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's full of gold medals,

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

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain