This is a song about "Disc"

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

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Buy my disc off the shelf, once i put one in it,

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Man i saved the rap game, you eject the disc before it saved.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

500 miles push on the disc brake

We both had dreams of being great

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc