This is a song about "Golden lady"

Let me rideuntil i get free

With the pretty little lady

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Boy get off your so called little lady,

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

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

Garage open, this moment is golden

After the club, gettin you open

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

You'll find golden things like a miner

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady