This is a song about "Golden tickets"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Got golden arm go try to flex this

So what you got golden teeth

I'm everything that they call nice

Got tickets peter piper

See, i like the person that you are

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

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

When something is broken

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers