This is a song about "Gold"

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

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