This is a song about "Gold"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

But i’m praying in advance

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

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

My all gold rolly or the

So when ya see me nigga

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

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

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone