This is a song about "Golden army"

So what you got golden teeth

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

You'll find golden things like a miner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Look it something they can't ever see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I'm responding with some golden ink,