This is a song about "Money gold"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

We getting money, you can face the facts

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But like the diamonds and gold

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Soon as i come home

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned