This is a song about "Disc"

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Now a nigga got baking to bake

500 miles push on the disc brake