This is a song about "Duollingo owl"

I said believe in your dreams

We just the same species

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Got golden arm go try to flex this

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

People be beat, feds come i dont even more my feet, lyrics like mine i dont need to be neat