This is a song about "Golden shit"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Me and my microphone could be one

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Magic city tipping them

That k o d a lil bit of change

But i'm preparing for my golden age

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

He been waiting for his connection to come