This is a song about "Western africa trade and gold"

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

You're talking to one of the greatest

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Everybody wants the gold and a place to spend it,

Cold and callus, gold chemical chalice, subdued by the blackness.

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

The third one is mixed, white and black

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.