This is a song about "Golden state warriors"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Garage open, this moment is golden

I'm in a zen mind state

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I'm right in the mind state

But i do quite well with all the bait

We move to every state

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

You'll find golden things like a miner

And that i spent the night with her