This is a song about "Golden tables"

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Because there ain't no coming back from that

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I swing at you with a golden bat

We about to set this bitch on fire

You'll find golden things like a miner

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched