This is a song about "Gold"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

We them boys that glow without gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I mean of course just the same old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Where i from, it get cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

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

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

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Come wit me you'll smoke around