This is a song about "Golden hair"

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Shit, we don't believe none of them

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Got golden arm go try to flex this

This thing that you could imagine

Shining like the golden sun

And golden mall with a golden wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

I'm in awe from all of those features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

So what you got golden teeth

I'm why baby mommas leave