This is a song about "Golden cars"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

Garage open, this moment is golden

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Hoes love me because of my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars