This is a song about "Money gold"

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

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

All this paper i fold

But like the diamonds and gold

Only seen family a few like gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that