This is a song about "Disc golf"

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more 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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault