This is a song about "Money gold"

After every show, a dream she hold

Only seen family a few like gold

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Come wit me you'll smoke around

I put that nigga in his casket

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Please sugar don't come alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

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

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,