This is a song about "Golden views"

I'm responding with some golden ink,

You're talking to one of the greatest

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Somethin' to prove, that you would disapprove with views,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

The people on rappad abhor your views

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

So what you got golden teeth

Right flows down and they might go nice

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Garage open, this moment is golden

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come