This is a song about "Golden god"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Shining like the golden sun

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

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

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Which is the root of all negative

And golden mall with a golden wall

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

God mc oh my god you gotta see

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Brighter than a quazar, a golden god

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock