This is a song about "Golden titties"

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

Titties out, betty boop/

Pockets probably like fried food

Wow aint that right now do a twirl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Signin titties at the rock shows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Shining like the golden sun

And get on down with this thc vision

That means i wanna be the highest

I'm responding with some golden ink,