This is a song about "Golden hair"

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Got tired of running from the police

So what you got golden teeth

Yeah i like that long hair,

Let me hear that beat, air

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Throw your money in the air

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,