This is a song about "Golden arrow"

Now i come fast like an arrow to the heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Money runs like a golden river

I pipe in and one night her

I swing at you with a golden bat

You, you, you have to pay for that

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Garage open, this moment is golden

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open