This is a song about "Dark par"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Just to let you know, you are

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

After dark, one more to chalk

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Time to think about dark side

Always strap so i was alright

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

We be in the party like we own that bar

I'm getting the hole in one, you bogeys'll never par.