This is a song about "Golden state warriors"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Garage open, this moment is golden

Should be in state prison,

And i am one of one

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

And golden mall with a golden wall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'm in a zen mind state

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

So what you got golden teeth