This is a song about "Gold"

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You gotta go all day for that gold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

We just want you back at home

But like the diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

To liberate yourself, africa

My all gold rolly or the