This is a song about "Gold"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

But like the diamonds and gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Only seen family a few like gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,