This is a song about "Golden tickets"

And i don't rely on no bitches

Got golden arm go try to flex this

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

All who bought tickets is with me,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets