This is a song about "Gold"

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Droppin dime gold digga

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

We them boys that glow without gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

But like the diamonds and gold

Black woman you cold