This is a song about "Golden sheep"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Shining like the golden sun

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

And there's little to be glad for

Money runs like a golden river

Garage open, this moment is golden

And last but not least please don't tell no one

She never ready to go so she forever come

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

From the back seat, back seat

Or count sheep while you sleep

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Read it in the deed girls follow me like sheep