This is a song about "Golden speaker"

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

The former, position of a pimp

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Cause i'm tha leader and the speaker.

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

You'll find golden things like a miner

And then along came the wrong man for her