This is a song about "Gold"

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

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

Black woman you cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Know i just call it head phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Summer time, different shore

Gold chains, watches and more,