This is a song about "Feeling golden"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And golden mall with a golden wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

You'll find golden things like a miner

Run for cover and return fire

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Garage open, this moment is golden

Feeling nothing feeling sleepless

We don't ever make love