This is a song about "Gold"

Droppin dime gold digga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Only seen family a few like gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was