This is a song about "Golden rubbers"

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Money runs like a golden river

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Shining like the golden sun

If i lost you be patient

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

But i'm preparing for my golden age

Watch them get they monica on all day

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits