This is a song about "Golden ferrari"

Banging out niggas with attitude

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

But i'm preparing for my golden age

You see i promised that i'd never change

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

Shining like the golden sun

I wonder so often