This is a song about "Gold"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But for long time i had gone cold

Only seen family a few like gold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

My nigga for life though

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I looked at him, told him sit down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold