This is a song about "Golden hotel suite"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

You'll find golden things like a miner

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Got golden arm go try to flex this

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden