This is a song about "Aaron bladen"

You won't show shot calf is clean bet me, stood shit in some sperms

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

I swear i couldn't breathe when my idol started quoting my lines

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Post graduation now just a spokesman

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Rose an angel we saw precious,

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

So what you got golden teeth

That'll do anything that i please

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

One moment we'll be so high

Carter are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes