This is a song about "Golden trap"

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

That damier bag i bought her

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

And forget about the trap,

I'm responding with some golden ink,

And you could find interest

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Money runs like a golden river

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

See, i'm second to no one

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,