This is a song about "Golden game"

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Golden title is the only thing i chase.

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Third ward general, young cash money

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

That i will leave earth with her

You'll find golden things like a miner

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

So before i go, you should harvest food