This is a song about "Gold"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

I got a watch wit all gold,

Women front, they get its cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

Black woman you cold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Where i from, it get cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

But like the diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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