This is a song about "Money 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

I-i'ma take her down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Women front, they get its cold

After every show, a dream she hold

You gotta go all day for that gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I got a watch wit all gold,

But for long time i had gone cold