This is a song about "Golden tickets"

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You'll find golden things like a miner

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

Malia family, we the family

All who bought tickets is with me,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Money runs like a golden river

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,