This is a song about "Moani gould"

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Then some lady named billie holiday

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

When i be doing throwin it on her, shorty brushing me off

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

So i guess that's where i hide my things