This is a song about "She gold digga"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

We them boys that glow without gold

Black woman you cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I got a watch wit all gold,

She shuts the room down

I'm getting gold leprechaun