This is a song about "Gold"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

I mean of course just the same old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

All this paper i fold

I got a watch wit all gold,

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

Droppin dime gold digga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

You gotta go all day for that gold