This is a song about "Golden retreaver"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

You'll find golden things like a miner

So what you got golden teeth

Got tired of running from the police

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

But i'm preparing for my golden age

You see i promised that i'd never change

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears