This is a song about "Golden trap"

And forget about the trap,

I know what you do with that

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

My records sell, yes sir

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Huh, i can't interpret her

Money runs like a golden river

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

I'm responding with some golden ink,

And golden mall with a golden wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall