This is a song about "Golden lady"

I'm responding with some golden ink,

You was bigger than an artist

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

I want a woman not a lady

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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