This is a song about "Skye the golden retriever"

I'll cut off both your fingers like a golden retriever,

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The path to success served in a golden platter for me thanks to ma family

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

We pray while we prey on competition

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/