This is a song about "Disc golf"

500 miles push on the disc brake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

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

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

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

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

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

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit