This is a song about "I love gold"

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

It's just textbook stuff

All because i can't feel love

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Im wondering now why i gave gold the satisfaction

I mean of course just the same old

I got a watch wit all gold,