This is a song about "Golden god"

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

The third one is mixed, white and black

I swing at you with a golden bat

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Pockets probably like fried food

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

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

And you know i paint that picture

Money runs like a golden river