This is a song about "Gold"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I mean of course just the same old

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

You gotta go all day for that gold

Women front, they get its cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.