This is a song about "Golden carol"

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I swing at you with a golden bat

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

You'll find golden things like a miner

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,