This is a song about "Disc golf"

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

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

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