This is a song about "Money gold"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Only seen family a few like gold

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

A criminal grind nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Spiritual, fool's gold

All this paper i fold

Be shy when we're all alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone