This is a song about "Golden carol"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

But i'm preparing for my golden age

You redundant, you never ever change

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I swing at you with a golden bat

I'm responding with some golden ink,

You're talking to one of the greatest

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

So please let me climb those golden stairs,