This is a song about "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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Spiritual, fool's gold

Where i from, it get cold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Droppin dime gold digga

Just a little nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

My all gold rolly or the

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold