This is a song about "Gold"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Is a space that now you hold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Play the game nigga

Droppin dime gold digga

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

It's full of gold medals,

Gold chains, watches and more,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I'll never call you bitch again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain