This is a song about "Golden"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

So please let me climb those golden stairs,

Me and my microphone could be one

Shining like the golden sun

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

I was sold and golden with victory,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done