This is a song about "Gold"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Only seen family a few like gold

Where i from, it get cold

I got a watch wit all gold,