This is a song about "Gold"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Droppin dime gold digga

You're fucking with me, nigga

I got a watch wit all gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We them boys that glow without gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

After every show, a dream she hold

Only seen family a few like gold

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed