This is a song about "Gold"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Turn money into diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Only seen family a few like gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I say that the pool is closed