This is a song about "Gold"

I mean of course just the same old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

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

I got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

I say that the pool is closed

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,