This is a song about "Gold"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I got a watch wit all gold,

Women front, they get its cold

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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