This is a song about "Golden tickets"

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

I'm hoping i'm ropin' the trojan

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I'm responding with some golden ink,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Garage open, this moment is golden