This is a song about "Im the gold lord"

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/

Here i go again, falling in love

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

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

Closer to the lord regent

Im happier when high and drunk

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord