This is a song about "Forbidden romance"

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

We're two different types of romance,

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The forbidden knowledge i hold and got 1000 ways to rhymes to be wiser

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I am forbidden to speak about what i was spoken