This is a song about "Golden rubbers"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

If you feel it, it must be real just

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

So close i could give flip a play

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Ok i hear you talkin

Shining like the golden sun

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden