This is a song about "Golden potato"

Got golden arm go try to flex this

They for grossing a bigger business

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Shining like the golden sun

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Garage open, this moment is golden

Mami... she open, she open

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe