This is a song about "Skye the golden retriever"

Shining like the golden sun

After the club, gettin you open

Quit with the wrongs and he'll be in the golden age a bit.

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Ima go on this rapping quest and find the fucking golden chest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I write gold it's a paper retriever