This is a song about "Gold"

My hat is always the color of cactus

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

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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 got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

That's what rains for

Gold chains, watches and more,

But i came to get down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold