This is a song about "Rap gold"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Spiritual, fool's gold

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,

But like the diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

My all gold rolly or the

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold