This is a song about "Disc 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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

When you can't make a hit even on a golf range

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

I am the one ...i am above the law out playin golf wid the judge,

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart