This is a song about "Bad at golf"

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge

Can't win with a passive attack

That affected you so bad

It's all good, finna dog that

Man that was fuckin bad

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Then i'm back at it, back in hazmats, breaking bad addictions back, im a rap addict"