This is a song about "Matthew coon"

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

I pull up in that black and red challenger

Money runs like a golden river

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

10 deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I really wish i had my gun

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,