This is a song about "The element gold"

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Within the mess of the palava there's a message in the saga to be told

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

It's foretold i withhold the grail to molding gold,