This is a song about "Gold"

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Where i from, it get cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Anything that i spit comes out in 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