This is a song about "Golden rap"

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

Money runs like a golden river

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Rap battle is for kings with some golden rings not for fouls who

Garage open, this moment is golden

Riding around with ms. reece and them

You redundant, you never ever change

But i'm preparing for my golden age

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money