This is a song about "Gold"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

To liberate yourself, africa

My all gold rolly or the