This is a song about "Golden state"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

But i do quite well with all the bait

We move to every state

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

I'm right in the mind state

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Im washin off another plate

And i just want to hold her

You'll find golden things like a miner