This is a song about "Golden"

Pockets probably like fried food

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

10 deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Leave them with a smaller buzz, lowest thing, vagina swollen

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Got golden arm go try to flex this

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Third ward general, young cash money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden