This is a song about "Golden tables"

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Cold, my style making my nose run

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I swing at you with a golden bat

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

So what you got golden teeth

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Money runs like a golden river

I pull up in that black and red challenger

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

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago